I'm A Stand-In Puppet For His Ex-Lover

CHAPTER 95

He Yang: \"Don't hang up.\"

Qin Zhou listened to the man's voice and stopped talking.

Qin Zhou sat beside the bed and took a bite of the strawberry on the table next to him.

As a result, after biting down, Qin Zhou accidentally choked on it, and hurriedly lowered his head and coughed a few times.

He Yang on the other end of the phone also heard the movement and asked: \"What's wrong?\"

Qin Zhou drank water quickly and replied: \"It's okay, I accidentally choked.\"

Qin Zhou looked at the strawberries on the table again and frowned: \"The strawberries I just bought today are actually sour...\"

Qin Zhou picked up a strawberry and studied it, and it seemed that he heard a forbearing chuckle from the phone.

\"I have strawberries here.\" He Yang said, \"I will send it to you.\"

Qin Zhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: \"I still don't need it.\"

He Yang went out, picked up a bag of strawberries on the table, and said: \"It's a birthday present for friends.\"

\"He Yang——\"

\"The agent told me your room number.\" He Yang slowly went downstairs and said: \"I'll put it at the door, you can take it.\"

Soon, He Yang came outside Qin Zhou's room.

He Yang put the fruit bag at the door and said: \"Already put.\"

In the room, Qin Zhou looked towards the door.

The distance between the two is very close, only separated by a door.

However, Qin Zhou did not go to open the door, and He Yang did not knock on the door.

He Yang: \"I'm back in my room, you should rest well too.\"

Qin Zhou responded.

Then, the phone hangs up.

Qin Zhou sat in the room and stayed for several minutes before getting up and walking towards the door.

And when Qin Zhou opened the door, as expected, he saw a bag of small strawberries on the side.

Qin Zhou picked up the bag of strawberries, and when he was about to leave, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the corridor window, and the smell of smoke drifted over.

The smell of smoke is very light, if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it at all.

And the smell of smoke... is somewhat familiar.

Qin Zhou looked at the other end of the corridor, but saw no one.

The faint smell of smoke drifted over, Qin Zhou picked up the bag of strawberries and came to the corridor.

Then when Qin Zhou passed the corner, he looked to the left and saw a figure at the end of the corridor.

At the window at the end of the corridor, the man stood in a dark corner with a cigarette burning on his fingertips.

\"He Yang?\" Qin Zhou shouted.

The man on the other side of the window turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Qin Zhou walked over, looked at the cigarette in the man's hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

\"Sorry...\" He Yang snuffed out the cigarette **** and threw it into the ashtray, \"I won't smoke it next time.\"